Jesus was Hector in sandals &
armor the story of a man & his cat;
greatest fighter fallen by Achilles
we were sitting on a high hill
in Central Park & it began to shower;
looking into her eyes we ran
for the shade of a tree drenched
in sunlight; Jesus was Hector in
sandals & armor fighting to the last;
his blood squeezed out like a spigot
Andromache cries for fallen Hector;
sad cat licking his broken body;
Hector is dead she wails life's
fleeting ghost in a bassinet carried
by Muses through the clouds into
Egyptian tombs where u lay awake
pacified by mummy's showroom
dummy in strapless go-go bra &
strutting Sphynx in starry g-string